A/N: New chapter hype! (For me anyway) Again, I has fun writing this, though the edginess was kinda killing me slowly. Now, I like edginess as much as the next person, but I gotta try and limit it, y'know? Hope you all enjoy!


Upon his return from seeing Weiss off, Sable went straight to his room. Since his room was situated in the back of the west wing of the manor where many of the help would be working, he was surprised he hadn't run into anyone. Though he figured it was most likely because it was evening by the time he got back. This due to choosing to walk back than to be driven back by the chauffeur who drove him and Weiss.

While on the subject of Weiss, he thought back to when the girl was leaving and how she never questioned why her father or sister never even came to see her off. She seemed perfectly fine without them.

"They've all grown so far apart..." As he stopped in front of the door to his room, he shook his head of any further thoughts on the matter. It wasn't his place to question such affairs. Even if all he wanted to do was help. Opening the door he slowly entered the room. It was about time he got ready for the mission.

Locking the door behind him, he opened the closet which was immediately next to the entrance. His room was quite small, with nothing, but the essentials. The walls were a blank white and the only source of light at the moment was from the moon shining through the window. Reaching into the back of the closet, Sable pulled out a set of clothes. A long, black trenchcoat, a plain black shirt, and a pair of black combat pants. Throwing them onto the bead, he dug into the closet again to pull out a small, black chestplate and black shinguards.

Though he didn't really like the all black aesthetic, thinking it could use a little more white, he did admit that it was needed since he'd need to go unnoticed. After quickly replacing his usual outfit with these, he unlocked the drawer next to his bed and opened it. Inside was a jet-black mask. As he picked it up, he felt his whole body go numb. Just looking at the accessory drained the life from him. This was something he's hated to see ever since he first donned the mask. Not wanting to look at it any further, he placed it on his face and pressed his thumb against the center. The mask then began to expand to cover his entire face. At the same time, a light from the top edge of the mask ran across the top of his hair, seemingly changing it from it's dark silver to a pure black. After a quick combing to fix his hair, spiking it back, he activated the mask. Its visor lit up, a blood-red streak running horizontally across.

Inputting the coordinates he received earlier, he opened the window to his room. Looking over his room one last time, he turned around and jumped through. It was time to proceed with the mission.


Using small glyphs at the base on the base of his feet to speed through the air without bringing attention to himself, he arrived at his destination at the outskirts of the city. Despite being one of the most technologically advanced cities in Remnant, the very edge of the city wasn't too special. At least, when compared to the rest of it. It was still a marvel to look at with its various high-rise buildings and businesses here and there. It was just that the government and military's presence was less prominent here since they were more focused in the center with much more going on.

Stopping himself above the target location, which was back alley leading to a closed out storage building. He watched as several different young Faunus entered.

"They're even recruiting in Atlas? Pretty ballsy, if you ask me."

Before he can resume his watch, an indicator appeared in the HUD of his mask. It seemed to be a call from the head of the Schnee Corporation, his boss. Pressing a button on the mask's side, the speaker icon appeared in the upper corner.

"I'm at the location."

"Yes, I can see that. What is your current situation?"

With the press of a button, the HUD of Sable's mask switched to a thermal view. He scanned the building counting each of the moving blots on the upper scaffolding and ignoring the clump of hopefuls in the center of the room.

"Looks like twelve on the inside and three guarding the entrance." He answered.

"Very well. Proceed immediately. I've word from Ironwood that the Atlesian Military has gotten word of the gathering and are sending its forces. They'll be along shortly so eliminate them as quickly as you can."

Just as Sable reached to end the call, he received one last order. One that he always hated.

"No survivors."

"...Understood."

With the call ended, he looked down to confirm whether or not the entrance was clear. With only the guards left Sable chose to act. Taking two deep breaths he dropped the glyph under him, beginning his descent. Using his left hand to unlock the sheath, he drew his blade and brought it down on one of the unfortunate guards. Before the other two could react, he swung at them both, creating a large gash across their chest.

The front cleared, Sable advanced into the building. Walking through the dim hallway, he could hear cheers as the young Faunus all applauded the White Fang recruiters and their promises of a better world for their people. Ignoring it all, Sable continued. Coming up to the room where they had all gathered, he spotted one guard standing at the doorway with his back turned, he took the chance to scan the area once more. All the guards were in obvious positions either on the walkways above or on the ground floor with the crowd. Despite being outnumbered, Sable was only concerned about one particular enemy. Up front was someone much larger and more built than the others. The one talking up the crowd. Believing this one to be the brains, Sable was ready.

Approaching the first guard until he was directly behind, he attacked. He plunged his sword through the enemy's back. Before anyone else could notice, the Faunus's life was ended. As if to announce his presence, the body was flung into the room. Quickly following after the body, Sable jumped onto the upper walkways. As soon as he landed, gunfire erupted. Shaken from the drastic turn of events, the crowd began to disperse and people hurried to get away to safety. Seeing this all play out from the corner of his eye, Sable breathed a sigh a of relief. He quickly returned his focus ahead as he heard a loud voice.

"Keep firing!" The leader began giving orders. Picking up his hammer he set his eyes on Sable. "We're not letting this one get out of here alive."

Almost looking like complete shadow, the red streak from his mask was the only thing his opponents focused on. Using this to easily dodge the gunfire, Sable advanced on the nearest Fang members. As he cut the two down, the three remaining Fang from the ground floor appeared from the steps followed by the leader. All gunfire from the remaining attackers on the second floor ceased as the leader began attacking Sable with a large hammer. Following his example, the rest drew their melee weapons and joined the offensive.

"You're the one from that's been hunting us down?" He yelled between swings, he continued the assault. "I'll make you regret interfering with the White Fang!"

Staying quiet, Sable calmly dodged each attack, swaying left and right. Growing frustrated, his opponent let out a fierce yell and readied another swing. Seeing the obvious movement, Sable ducked under the attack. This set up for a perfect counter. Rising up from his movement, Sable drove his knee into his opponent's gut, knocking him back and into his underlings behind him. With the big guy temporarily incapacitated, Sable was able to focus on the mob of sword wielding enemies coming his way.

Without turning around, he blocked the first swing and kicked back to knock his attacker away. Swiftly dodging the next swing from behind, he spun around and slashed at the unfortunate man. Three more jumped at him with their weapons raised. However, they were quickly stopped before their weapons could reach him. Extending his right arm, Sable used a glyph to stop their weapons. Dispersing the barrier between them, Sable swung again, cutting them down with ease.

Recovering from the barrage, he failed to notice that the leader had gotten back up. Taking this chance, the giant let out another fierce yell and swung down with all his might. Caught by surprise, Sable realized he could not use his sword to protect himself. Left with no choice, he raised his arm to shield himself. What resulted was an intense impact that shook the walkways and windows.

With a smirk, the leader let out a loud, boisterous laugh.

"Seems the so-called 'Reaper of the White Fang' wasn't so tough after all!" He continued laughing until he noticed his hammer was being held back.

"Reaper of the Fang, huh? I guess that name makes sense." A distorted, empty voice rang out. Standing up, Sable shoved the hammer to the side with the arm he used to shield himself. His right arm began to glow a dark red as he reeled back for a finishing blow.

However, before he could finish the fight, bright lights shone through the windows, temporarily blinding everyone inside. Sounds of airships, a crumbling wall, and breaking glass filled the room. Once vision returned to Sable, he was greeted with the sight of Atlesian Knights. The dark, metallic soldiers flooded the room, incapacitating whatever was left of the small Fang group, including the leader.

Surrounding him from all sides, the Knights aimed their weapons at Sable. With a quick scan of his surroundings, he began weighing his options. Choosing not to stay any longer, he ran. Using his glyphs, he jumped straight up to the roof, avoiding the Knights' shots at the same time. Landing on the roof, he was greeted by a military airship's searchlight shining down on him.

"Surrender now! Put your hands up and get down on the ground!"

Ignoring the demands, Sable sheathed his weapon and raised his right arm up at the ship. As it glowed, a glyph appeared in front of him. With the snap of his fingers, icicles shot forward at the ship. Though it didn't do any noticeable damage, the lights were taken out. Sable used this as a chance to escape. With more use of his glyphs, he ran, disappearing into the black of the night.


Returning to his room, Sable removed the black clothing and replaced it with a clean shirt and pants. Taking off the mask, his hair reverted to its usual dark silver. After returning everything to its original spots, he pulled out his Scroll and to contact his boss. But it turned out that he was being contacted instead. Answering the call, he said.

"It was a bust. Atlas's androids arrived and captured the White Fang members." Receiving silence as a response, Sable reluctantly continued. "Though my face wasn't seen, there's no doubt that they're aware of me."

Finished, Sable waited for what felt like an eternity for a response. Eventually, he got one.

"You will have to stay hidden. Though it bothers me to do so, we will have to refrain from the engaging with the White Fang for some time."

"What shall I do, sir?"

"Continue on as usual and wait for further instructions."

"Yes, sir."

Hearing the click, Sable breathed a sigh of relief. He dropped back onto his bed, eyes facing the ceiling. Raising his hands to the front of his face, he stared at both. Eventually he grew tired and decided to turn in for the night.


Two months had gone by and there was still no word from Weiss's father on the White Fang. Sitting at the foot of his bed, Sable was currently on his Scroll, looking through news articles. The headline of an article he had found caught his attention. Just recently, there was an incident over at the docks all the way in Vale. Apparently, the White Fang was involved, though nobody knew just how much.

"Vale, huh? Isn't that where Weiss is? Wonder if the old man's gotten wind of this."

As if on cue, Sable received a call from Mr. Schnee, himself. Quickly answering, he listened intently to the call.

"I assume you have heard of the recent on-goings with the White Fang?"

"I have." Sable replied. "Sounds like they're moving their operations to Vale. It seems too random, though. Moving from Atlas to Vale. Feels like they got something important there."

"Which is precisely why I've called. Sable, I want you to go Vale and get to the bottom of this."

"Wait, what?"

"You are to leave for Vale tomorrow. With these recent events as well as several reports from Winter, we have more than enough reason to believe the majority of the White Fang are now in Vale. And..."

"What else is it, sir?" Hearing the pause, Sable grew concerned for what he was about to hear.

"And because my daughter is currently attending the academy in Vale, I've taken the liberty of having you enrolled in the same school as a transfer in order to keep an eye on her. With the White Fang there, she is at risk."

Hearing this news caused Sable to freeze up. Because of the White Fang, he's now going to be attending a school that trains future Huntsmen. He would have fainted as well, but the voice coming from his Scroll snapped him to reality.

"Do you understand?"

"...Yes, sir."

"Good. I leave the rest to you."

With the call finally over, Sable returned to being shocked and proceeded to faint.